Wednesday, July 24, 2013
"From night emerge and merge again...."
Night never falls except on stage.
Night never fades in as a shade is drawn.
Night never rises rosy-fingered like the dawn.
Night is wise as gliding owl and clever as a hiding cat.
Night billows and flows like ink in clearest water
teasing grayness into black.
Night lives as mites in lightest air
now thronging and now going again her separate ways
to allow the day's allotted dream.
Night is fair--she is as unseen as what may have been
and never is never there.
[EAC July 2013]